(Young Chop on the beat)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Tell me what she mean to me, it's not enough
Ayy, shawty wanna cling to me, bitch, you a bug
I was taught to feed the streets and show no love
My heart on fifteen degrees, you out of luck
A blockhead, play with bands, you drop dead
You know where I stand, on them stairs where rocks at
Beam on the Glock red, get off meds and pop heads
Ayy, ya heard what I said, on my mans, we not playin'
If you run up on that field, you better play ball
We not worried 'bout the opposition, they soft
We might catch a nigga lackin', blow his face off
I heard shorty disappeared, he better stay gone
Walk through the night, my hoodie on just like I'm Trayvon
Ayy, trust me, baby, I'm not that nigga you should trade on
Ayy, I got money, they envy me, I'm what these niggas hate on
Ayy, and I come from nothin', I got rich, but it ain't take long
I was sixteen, told mama, "Not on the way home"
I just want a bankroll, we trappin' for the pesos
Shawty say she love me, but I know it's fake, though
Bitch, this shit get ugly, ask them niggas, they know
Bed got heavy ever since I brought the weight home
Tell me what she mean to me, it's not enough
Ayy, shawty wanna cling to me, bitch, you a bug
I was taught to feed the streets and show no love
My heart on fifteen degrees, you out of luck
A blockhead, play with bands, you drop dead
You know where I stand, on them stairs where rocks at
Beam on the Glock red, get off meds and pop heads
Ayy, ya heard what I said, on my mans, we not playin'
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